It’s lunchtime, and I’m eating a rather disappointing BLT with a lukewarm can of G&T on one of SouthWest Trains’ longer and more bumpy routes through deepest darkest Hampshire while the sun beams down outside. Frankly, this article title was designed to incite jealousy and – although Hollywood is overflowing with unforgettable onscreen dishes – many of the meals on this list are horrendous, if only to help my mental wellbeing. Bon appétit!
We’re exactly halfway through Walken Week here at Best For Film Towers and we reckon it’s about time for us to look back at some of his greatest moments in front of the camera. From the sad, to the bad to the exquisitely deranged, we’re celebrating the wonder that is Walken. Obviously, all the best Walken moments are just him sitting at home with the wife, shouting at the TV or eating soup or complaining about how the neighbours keep burning leaves and all the smoke is coming into his study while he’s trying to work out how to sign out of Hotmail. Those are definitely the best Walken moments around and we’ll probably never be privy to them. Oh well, we’ll just have to comfort ourselves with this list. *Sigh*.
January’s crap. But London’s good, isn’t it? And films are ACE. What better way to cope with January than by seeing loads of films in London? Exactly. Fortunately, there are loads of people who really, really want you to do this – so much so that they’re doing, like, festivals and everything! Suddenly January’s not so bad aft- oh god, it’s raining again.
How do you know what you’re going to see at the cinema next month? You’re busy people – Facebook won’t update itself, and you’ve probably got a relationship to neglect or something. Oh, you haven’t? Sorry. Well, there’s no point in trying to meet another human adult now, you may as well just read this blog.
Everyone loves a villain – more fun to play, watch and steal quotes from than any floppy-haired namby-pamby good guy, and usually prettier to boot. It’s such a shame they always seem to end up getting shot/stabbed/thrown off buildings/drowned/burnt by hot doorknobs (damn you, Kevin McCallister), so we thought we’d round up some of our favourites for a Who’s Who of all the bad guys that really should have won.
We all like to pretend we have a sense of style, but if we’re honest all we really have is the swooning emulation of creatures we think are well awesome. We present our top 10 fashion icons of the film world, celebrating the trendsetters that forced us into the converse-and-pearls universe we inhabit today. Look on them, lowly mortals, and weep at how attractive you’re never going to be.